Moving into a brand new town was an exciting time for you. You had finally gotten out of the big bustling city and now living in a country area.

The town was surrounded by farming areas and also every month held animals up for auction.

So many farmers to oogle every now and then. But that wasn't your plan. Two days into living in the new house, which was most definitely a fixer-upper, you were on the front porch trying your absolute hardest to fix a window pane. Until a deep southern voice from behind you called out;

"Heya doll! Ya new in town?"

You turned around to see a dirty blonde man standing at your gate with a cowboy hat on along with a flannel and some boots.

A pure cowboy. And right now you felt like a mess. As all your moving boxes were on the front lawn and porch...

"The name is Phillip Graves. I live just down the road from ya'. Real fixer upper you got there!"